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He seemed so shocked that she could track. Any hunter should know how in all weather and terrains. But, alas, he was young and eager to learn so it was acceptable.
"My home in the far south. I've come a long way from there."

She smiled meekly, but he was too busy testing out her tactic.
"Don't melt too much snow otherwise you'll lose the track." It took some time to perfect the technique and there were often variations in how quickly the snow melted.
"Melt it gently."

She moved to him to see how he was doing and to give him any pointers in reading a track if he asked, but even to a youth it would be obvious if something wasn't right with it. Even an unskilled hunter.